No more comfort In this household Fading sunrays Turning you cold The glooming thought of picking plastic flowers Just to decorate your resting hours But it seems easy to forget I Never stood a chance I'll remember what you said That it's only in my head I guess I'll find a way To be on my own To be on my own Was this it? My youth now bathes in solitude While I'm counting The cracks in the pavement I'm looking for the truth